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He was not going to be making the trip alone it seemed. The campus grounds were still abuzz, because they did not shut down for the evening. There were still night classes to be had, and the truth of the matter was that Harper Rock never truly slept. During the day, the humans ruled, save for those few vampires who possessed the ability to walk in the daylight. Az was not one of those. In fact, the moment the sun went up, he passed out immediately. He had no control over it, and had even been known to completely cut someone off mid-conversation because he just passed out. The night was another matter entirely, not ruled by man but by creatures they should have feared.

Had any large number of them really known.

He remained silent for several moments if only because he’s not naturally an extrovert; something that likely came as a surprise to anyone who knew him. He played the part well, and had for years. He was sociable enough and helpful to enough people that most people seemed to think he was something of a social butterfly. On the contrary, it was something he had to work at. Left to his own devices, he enjoyed the silence. He meditated frequently for that very reason, because it offered him the opportunity to clear his mind and not have a million voices all around him.

“It is one of the oldest structures in Harper Rock. I know that it has worn many faces. It was obviously originally a church. Since then it has acted as a hospital, a convalescent home, a place of refuge. It has seen plague and death for as long as it has existed.” There were catacombs beneath the temple, filled with graves of the holy and sinners alike. The spiritual presence there was indeed palpable. Az himself knew just how potent it was, because he had, in his own way, influenced the growth of that atmosphere.

Every witch needed a place of power.

It seemed fitting that his was a Temple.

“The stained glass windows were recently updated, about three year ago. But other than that, the stone structure is largely the same as it has been since it was constructed. The furniture, save for the altar, is of course new.“ He led the way, his pace brisk, his steps light as he cut through the campus and then made his way towards the temple itself. The walk was not such a great distance that he found it intimidating. Soon, the building itself loomed in the distance, growing larger and larger. The gothic structure was like a dark anachronism so close to the Necropolis and a cybercafé. Thankfully, it was set onto a field in Thornside park, near a small body of water. One could step into its immensity and feel as if they had walked into a whole other world.

Maybe that was part of its charm.

“Welcome.” He finally murmured when they arrived. The large double doors creaked and then swung inwards as if pulled by phantom appendages. Magic, or some sort of trick. Either way, there were spirits that openly wandered about the temple. Of course, only a medium could see them, but it was impossible not to notice the drop in temperature.